The Highlander and His English Lord, Greg/Nick, PG

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Title: The Highlander and His English Lord
Author: prettiful_pout 
Rating: PG. Varies between NC-17
Summary: Nicolas looked around the room he was in, his eyes wide and full of fear. He'd been captured.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of the characters involved with CSI.

A/N: I had a terrible plot bunny that was eating at me and I just had to write this Fic. Hope you enjoy it! Oh and before anyone asks, I didn’t use words such as thy, thou, ye ect… because honestly it can get a little confusing so sorry if this upsets anyone on anyway at all. Oh, and in this story it will become evident that Greg is the more larger and dominant of the two men, so for all those fans of dominant Nick and Submissive Greg, the roles have been switched! Nick will be strong still and tall but Greg will be the stronger and taller one, ect…

Chapter 1: Captured

1405 A.C.

Nick looked around the room that he was in, his eyes wide and full of fear. He tried to move but found his arms and legs chained to the wall and floor.. Where the hell was he? What had happened? How’d he end up here, in this dark, dank stone cellar? He remembered ridding his thoroughbred down by the stream, and then a piercing pain behind the back of his head before the world disappeared and darkness surrounded him. "What did you get yourself into this time, Stokes?" He asked his self as he attempted to sit up. A gasp escaped his parched lips and he winced at the pain at the back of his head. He reached behind him to feel a stickiness matted into his hair at the back of his head. He looked at the blood on his fingertips, and then was once again shrouded in blackness.

The next time Nick woke, he found himself in a cozy looking room, material hanging from every wall and all over the furniture and floors. He looked around with his eyes, not trusting himself to remain conscious if he were to lift his head. The colour scheme of the room was a mix between fine burgundy and rich golds and whites. He spotted a figure at the corner of his eye and immediately felt a surge of anger. "Who the hell are you? Are you the man who knocked me from my horse by the riverbed? Cause if you are, I swear to the lord almighty-?"

"You’ll do what?" Came the man’s silky question. His voice was laced with humour and when he stood from his chair, he walked over to the bed that Nick had found himself tied to. He sat on the edge of the feather mattress and ran a smooth finger down the side of Nick’s cheek. "What will you do, Nicolas Stokes, son of the infamous Gerald Stokes, England’s greatest spy against the Scottish and lord of his own land?" At Nick’s baffled look, the other man chuckled, cupping Nick’s jaw in his right palm.

"Don’t touch me, Scottish vermin." Nick growled, yanking his head away from the gentle caress and spiting in the other man’s face, taking pleasure in his captives momentary look of outrage. But as quick as a whip, the man had Nick’s face in a firm grip, his eyes hard and his gaze intent.

"Why do you insult my Country men? If I am correct, the war between Scotland and England ended years ago, our fathers fought that battle, why do you insist on a continuation of the harm that was inflicted upon our two lands? Have you had not enough fighting for one lifetime?" The other man stated, his expression serious, even sincere.

"Then why did you capture me? Why did you take me from my home to god knows where we are? What is the point of taking me captive if there is but only peace between our two lands? Tis you I do not understand." Nick stated boldly, staring his captive straight in the eye.

The other man seemed as if he were going to say something, and so Nick waited. When he did speak though, it was as though he had completely transformed his features bright, cheery. "I will explain everything to you in good time, but for now, I find myself lacking in manners. My name is Gregory Sanders, Prince of the Highlanders. My father, the King, is with a band of country men, fighting against the King of Scotland, trying with all his might to put an end to all of the secret battles that are being waged. I’m sure you already know, what with your fathers connections and all, that the King of Scotland is planning a surprise attack on England."

Nick was speechless for a moment at what he had just learned. "But why?" He finally managed, he could feel a headache coming on but forced it back, trying to remain conscious for only a bit longer.

Gregory sighed. "That, my new friend, is something that I am afraid I do not know. My fathers away right now, trying to figure out an answer to this dilemma."

Nick stared at the young prince infront of him. Then a thought struck him. "Then why am I here? What use do you have for me if you do not want to fight? Surely you have no use for someone like me."

Gregory sighed. "’Tis not as simple as you believe it to be. You see, you nearly stumbled upon a important meeting between two of my fathers men, and we couldn’t have you figuring out what it was that we were trying to do, else you be working for the King of Scotland as one of his men. So I fear my own man, Beathan, was forced to, umm, see to it that you didn’t cause any disruptions between our interaction."

Nick snorted at that. "And you call bashing me in the back of the head, ‘seeing that I didn’t disrupt your interaction’? I would have called it sword practice on my skull. And just so you know, I saw naught of your little, ‘interaction’ between men. Now that you know that you can release me at once. You have no need for my further presence in this fine keep of yours."

"Ah, my dear Nicolas, that I cannot do." Gregory sighed, stroking back the strands of dark hair on Nick’s forehead.

"Why the hell not? Dammit man, I saw bloody nothing! And do not call me Nicolas, my name is ‘Nick’, get it straight." Nick growled, jerking away from Gregory’s soft touch, even though, against his better will, he found himself enjoying the touch much more than he wound have cared to admit.

The Prince chuckled at the Englishman’s anger. Lord, he was going to have fun with this dark beauty. And beautiful Nick Stokes was, what with his shaggy dark hair, midnight dark eyes and broad, tanned body. Gregory licked his lips at the young lords well muscled shape, the physical work that Nick forced upon himself obvious in his build. "You know too much Nick Stokes, you should know that now, more than ever, you cannot leave. I’m afraid to tell you that you have no other choice than to join with me and my father’s men."

"I will not stay here! I am not a Scots man, I am an English man, son of a powerful lord and lady! I said for you to release me and release me you will!" Nick screamed, jerking frantically at his bindings. He had to get out of there! Away from the blond haired, dark eyed Prince. But how? Nick knew in that one terrifying moment that there would be no escaping from this prison that he had found himself enclosed in. What did you get yourself into Stokes? "No!" He whispered, struggling and bucking against the tight knots that were tied around his two wrists and ankles. He felt a burning on the skin on his wrists and ankles but ignored it, escape the only thought on his mind. "Let me go! Let me go!" He screamed, his lungs burning with his exertion and his head throbbing so severely it felt near to bursting.

Nick felt a restraint on his body and began to rebel all the more. "Nicolas! Stop it Nick! You’ll hurt yourself if you keep up this consistent thrashing!" Gregory barked, throwing his own body ontop of Nick’s to try and lessen his resistance.

"Let me go!" Nick couldn’t think, he was to far gone, hysteria taking over him completely. There were other voices around him, and he knew that more of the ‘Highlanders’ had entered the rich haven. Nick felt more hands on him and he cried out as his mouth was forced open, liquid splashing down his throat and all over his face. He thrashed his head from side to side, denying the liquid entrance into his mouth. Yet it was no use, more hands pried his jaw open and Nick began to cough as whatever it was that was being forced upon him scalded the inside lining of his throat. A calloused hand massaged his throat, assuring the others in the room that the liquid would indeed be swallowed. "No more," he whimpered as more of the restraint was being forced upon him. He swallowed it so that he wouldn’t choke again, recognizing the taste of the drink to be that of laudanum, tears burning a trail down his pale cheeks.

"That a good lad, drink up," Came a soothing voice to the left of Nick. He tried to look over to identify the voice but his head just lolled to the side, his body all of a sudden feeling heavy, his resistance now completely ceasing.

"I want to go home," He sobbed, wishing that he could wake up from this bad nightmare to find his mother at his bedside, crooning to him that everything was going to be alright, that it was just a bad dream. But he knew that this was not a bad dream, and he knew that he wouldn’t be waking up from it any time soon.

"I know, I know. Hush now and try to get some rest. Everything is going to be just fine. Rest now dautie, rest now." This time the voice was female, and Nick felt a new onslaught of tears forming as thoughts of his mother came crashing to the front of his mind.

"Mommy," he whimpered, trying to move his hands but the bindings immobilized any movement.

"It’s going to be alright Nicolas, you’re going to be just fine." This time Nicolas recognized the far off voice, recognized the hand caressing his jaw. It was Gregory. Nick wanted to fight, wanted to struggle, but he found his limbs heavy and he sensed the oncoming blackness. His last thought before he blacked out was that of his home and his large family.

Gregory watched as Nicolas finally went lax, his breathing becoming even, and he knew that the dark lord had finally passed out. He looked to the group of men surrounding the sleeping man, sympathetic looks pasted across their features, and Gregory could only smile warmly at his countrymen’s concern for a man they didn’t even know. "He’ll be alright everybody, he just needs time to rest and let everything sink in."

"Oh Greg, is it true that the poor soul won’t be able to return to his homeland and his family?" The only woman in the room questioned, approaching Greg and taking his hand in hers to hold it pleadingly to her breast bone.

"’Tis true Catherine, he knows too much to be allowed leave of this land. The only time that he will ever be free to leave Scotland and return to England will be when he proves his loyalty to my father and his men." At Catherine’s quirked brow Gregory quickly added, "And above all, he must show his loyalty to all the lady’s of Scotland."

Catherine grunted her approval at that. "Well, I guess ‘tis nothing else we can do except be here for the poor laddie. I’ll go fix him something for when he wakes up." And with that, Catherine released Gregory’s hand from her firm yet gentle grasp and began barking out orders among the other men in the room. Within a few moments, men were filing out of the room, there assigned tasks at the front of there minds.

Gregory collapsed into a chair and sighed as he closed his eyes and began to massage the bridge of his nose. He was tired and wanted nothing more to do than fall asleep. He looked at his bed and at the beautiful man sleeping peacefully upon the soft linings. Gregory motioned for the last member of the group of men to come to his side and ordered strictly, "I am not to be disturbed and neither is our visitor. We both need rest and I do not wish to be awakened for another four hours at the least. Is that clear lad?"

The young blond boy nodded eagerly, happy to follow out any order given to him by his golden Prince. "Yes your highness, it would be my honour to make sure that you are not to be disturbed."

Greg smiled fondly at the young boy. "Well, get to it then man, I’m tired."

The boy saluted and then scurried excitedly out of the room. Gregory chuckled at the fleeing form of the boy before turning his attention back to the sleeping form on his bed. He yawned before standing from his chair and stripping down till he wore only his trousers, loose and unlaced as he climbed into bed beside Nicolas Stokes. Gregory smiled as Nick automatically twisted to get closer to the other man’s warmth. Greg snuggled up close to the other man, and had to suppress a weary chuckle as Nicolas unconsciously sighed blissfully at the contact with Gregory’s warm body.

Greg was just fallen asleep when he was jerked awake by Nick’s soft whisper, "Jude,." Greg looked at Nick’s face, trying to see if he was awake, but Nick’s steady breathing and quiet snoring indicated that the other man was very much asleep. Gregory shook his head and cocked a brow in thought. Jude was most obviously a male name, yet why would this handsome lord dream about another man? Gregory pondered this thought until he slipped into an easy sleep.

TBC

Well that’s it for now! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! More to come, and some reviews would be nice if you could find the time! ^_^

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_slytherin_girl/]

I'm reading this over on WMTDB, but I never log in to comment over there (with very rare exception) so since I saw this come up here, I figured I'd just shoot you a quick comment.

Just wanted to say that I really like this story, except for something that happens a few chapters that I won't mention here for people that haven't read it, but I'm sure you know what I mean. :D Thankfully the story is good enough that I'm sticking around to read because if it had been in the warning... I probably would've turned back, lol!

[prettiful-pout.livejournal.com]

*winces* you're not the first one to not like me not posting a warning. But this isn't going to be the main focus of the story so I didn't think to bring it in, in the first few chapters.

But thank you so much for liking it! I'll make something good happen in it in my next chapter I promise! ^_^

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*squeals with fanboyish glee* YAY! You have a LJ! I read and comment on your story on WMTDB and when I saw your story here I had to let you know I LJ friended you. My name is Jon, nice to meet you and keep up the phenomenal work <3

[prettiful-pout.livejournal.com]

O.O *laughs* Thank you for reading and enjoying my story. *blush blush* And sank you for the whole liking my writing thing. ^^

Thanks for commenting and I'll post as soon as I can!

Oh! And the names Kayla ^-^

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You write really well! Are you still in High School? I'm in college, but I am nowhere near your level. I can come up with great stories, I just need work actually writing them...*anime sweatdrop*

[prettiful-pout.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I am still in high school but some of my friends *cough* psychotic_scam *cough* haven't been the most innocent of influences *slaps friends for corupting her* No, I honestly didn't think I was that great of a write but thank you very much for the compliment! And I'm sure that you write wonderfully.